62: Ants observing the sky: a huge gap between two worlds

“If it’s not too much trouble, lead the way… My heavens, it sounds polite, but it’s actually utterly domineering. I’m increasingly curious what kind of Family could cultivate such a person.”

“Isn’t that right? Now that he’s here, who would dare say it’s too much trouble? This isn’t an inquiry at all!”

“But this is publicly making the Holy Lord lose Face… I heard this welcoming banquet was prepared overnight. To be publicly denied Face, the Holy Lord is probably about to explode.”

“I feel the same way.”

The surrounding Disciples, not minding the drama, whispered amongst themselves, just waiting to see the Holy Lord’s outburst.

This was publicly slapping a Holy Lord’s Face. As long as the other party wasn’t truly overwhelmingly powerful, the Holy Lord would definitely erupt at this moment.

They waited for a good show, but they hadn't expected the next scene to drop everyone’s jaws even further.

The Holy Lord’s expression shifted several times, his mouth twitched, but in the end, he bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

“Of course, the Outer Sect Competition is our Holy Land’s triennial competition. It’s bound to be extremely lively, so it’s not strange for Your Excellency to be interested.”

“This way, please.”

This was the art in Jun Lingxiao’s words, giving the other party enough steps to descend while also making it impossible for them to refuse.

How could a qualified villain be someone who expresses everything, speaking without thinking?

Meanwhile, the Holy Lord, Su Yuanming, Su Lianxue’s father, listened to the surrounding gossip and felt a slight flush of shame. Explode? What explosion!

Others might not know, but the Holy Lord himself was very clear: this person in front of him could make the Chu Family kneel, and could just as easily make him kneel. Forget about the dishes being cold; even if he directly flipped the table in front of the entire Sect, he would still have to smile apologetically.

Thinking of this, the Holy Lord gave his daughter a look. The Grand Elder led the way, while the father and daughter, along with a group of Elders, communicated with their Divine Sense a step behind, trying to gather more information about this young man.

Not long after, the group arrived at the location of the Outer Sect Competition.

This was a circular pavilion with a square arena in the middle. Surrounding it were three layers of open-air pavilions, allowing one to see the entire scene below with a slight glance down.

The arena used an elimination system and typically lasted a full day, with only one-tenth of the participants making it into the Inner Sect.

The Inner Sect also had a similar place, generally the same, but with more luxurious decorations.

“!! Holy Lord, why are you here?”

At this moment, the Disciples below were competing. An Elder on the third floor, unaware of what had happened in the Sect, had set up a small table and chair and was leisurely drinking tea, occasionally glancing down to see if the stewards below were slacking off, or if the Disciples on the stage were using any illicit means.

Then, as he was leisurely enjoying himself, he inadvertently glanced behind him and was instantly scared out of his wits!

It even made this hundreds-of-years-old, white-haired Elder spring to his feet in front of the Holy Lord.

“Nothing, just came to take a look.”

The Holy Lord replied distractedly, only occasionally looking at Jun Lingxiao, who was half a step in front of him.

Along the way, he had gathered more intelligence. It turned out the world was vast; above the Lower Realm was the Middle Thousand World, and above the Middle Thousand World was the Upper Thousand Realms. And this person in front of him was the Divine Son of the Jun Family from the Upper Thousand Realms… Even he had to respectfully call him Your Highness.

“Just taking a look…?” This…”

The Elder in charge of the Outer Sect Competition looked at the group of important figures behind him and was dumbfounded: a Holy Lord, plus the Saintess, followed by eighteen Inner Sect Elders, and a young man who clearly wasn’t simple.

The highest echelons of their Holy Land were all here.

And you say this is just taking a look????

At this moment, he really wanted to curse, but he couldn’t, because he was just a small Outer Sect Elder. Any Inner Sect Elder could press him to the ground and stomp on him, let alone the Holy Lord personally arriving.

He couldn't ask, so he hurriedly got up and pushed the bamboo chair he had just been sitting on towards the Holy Lord.

“Holy Lord, please…”

“…”

Su Yuanming glanced at the seemingly handmade bamboo chair, then at the bamboo table next to it, then at the cluttered tea set on the table, and the Disciples constantly looking their way, and couldn't help but sigh.

He waved his hand to dismiss the Elder, quietly instructing him to clear everyone from the entire third floor before he left.

Then, he waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to bring up the items.

A jade throne, entirely white and green, and a jade table were placed before them.

Immediately after, two golden thrones followed.

The former was for the Old Ancestor of his Guan Xue Holy Land, who was in seclusion, and the latter was for him, the Holy Lord, to sit on normally. One was a spare, and one was placed in the main hall. He had just ordered someone to go to the main hall to dismantle his chair and bring it over.

As for him, the Holy Lord, he could only sit on a stone chair, and the Elders behind him didn’t even have a place to sit.

Of course, it wasn't that their Holy Land couldn't produce them, but everything was to show an attitude.

‘Look, you sit in such a good chair, while the Elders don’t even have a place to sit. Isn’t that enough to show how much we value you?’

“Your Highness, please sit…”

Su Yuanming said with a hint of smugness in his heart, very satisfied with his arrangements.

His little tricks were obvious, but Jun Lingxiao was too lazy to bother and took his seat directly.

However, Jun Zizhuo next to him was amused. He curiously examined the chairs before finally sitting down, but even after sitting, he continued to curiously observe, as if he had never seen such things before.

Su Yuanming, who was secretly pleased and waiting for praise, was almost knocked over by Jun Zizhuo’s next words.

“Hey! An Luoxin, be careful when you sit, don’t break it.”

“Chairs like these, without spirit patterns carved or Formations inlaid, are quite rare. I think the last time I sat on something like this was hundreds of years ago when I was undergoing trials in the Lower Realm. I couldn’t control myself and broke it then.”

“Be careful, lest you make a fool of yourself.”

He leaned his head towards An Luoxin and said, while An Luoxin appeared much calmer, or rather… it seemed her eyes had always only been on Jun Lingxiao.

“I’m not like you, a barbarian.”

The two bantered back and forth, but these words in Su Yuanming’s ears were very unpleasant.

These were the treasures of his Guan Xue Holy Land… This white jade chair even had the effect of prolonging life and nourishing the body, but such a treasure, in the mouth of this person… was no different from the bamboo chair earlier… “This…”

The Elders behind him also let out soft exclamations. They understood the words, but why couldn't they understand them when put together?

What kind of cultivation could break such a chair?

And chairs could have spirit patterns carved and Formations inlaid? Was such technology possible? Why didn't they know?

Just a few short sentences completely subverted their understanding. They all turned their gazes towards Su Lianxue for help.

Su Lianxue also nodded helplessly in response, but did not offer too much explanation.

Before she came, hadn’t she also thought the same way?

The things you consider treasures are worthless in their eyes, and the most tragic part is that they didn’t show any mocking or condescending expressions, but rather a sense of wonder, as if they were surrounded by treasures hundreds or thousands of times better than this, and the trash you brought out was actually quite novel.

The gap was too vast, they were simply not from the same world.

This was a desperate disparity.

Thinking of this, Su Lianxue hesitated for a moment before standing beside Jun Lingxiao and softly saying:

“Your Highness, actually… I have a mother who comes from the Upper Realm.”